Digesting The Reality Of Parenthood

"Moooooom!" Aiden shouts to me from the bathroom. He is perched on the commode in normal mid afternoon fashion. "What's wrong?" I question his need for my presence as he is a five year old who likes his privacy. "I need you to look at my poop when it comes out." I pause, waiting for some sort of explanation. I get nothing. "Why do you want me to look at your poop?" He hesitates in answering me, a sure sign that something is up. "I need you to tell me if it bounces." What the heck? Bouncing poop?"

I try not to laugh at him, as he seems a bit concerned about the possibility of feces that can temporarily defy gravity. "Aiden, why would your poop bounce? You know that poop doesn't bounce." He looks nervous now. Something is definitely up. "Well....I ate a bouncy ball today so I could make my poop bouncy and I want to know if it worked." I couldn't help but laugh. I thought that surely my kids were well beyond the age of needed to secure all small objects. Yet here was my five year old, purposely ingesting bouncy balls for the sake of scientific experimentation. Will we ever be free of worry for our children's safety? Not as long as we have inquisitive ones!

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